She lived in seclusion all her life, only making wine for him, and leaving a window on the west side of the small building for him on rainy days.
She never said goodbye to him in her life, but he once gave her a "Farewell Song".
Returning guests in misty rainy season, stone brewing spring after season.
She called it "ordinary."
Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
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